In Finland, I wound up in hospital again. This time, it was appendicitis. I am told that acute appendicitis is quite serious, that it should be operated immediately and that if it ruptures there would be shit all over my lumen and that I could become septic and die. However, we waited 7 hours to see a doctor in Pori hospital.
When a short haired young surgeon did attend me, he proudly rattled off a number of epidemiological statistics to me and assured me it was safe and necessary, quick and cheap. When I asked him how he knew for sure that it was appendicitis, he proclaimed "When we remove the appendix, we will see the inflammation!! In 90% of cases". This seemed absurd to me, but I soon realised that much of the decision making process in hospitals is based on epidemiology and not on what's actually happening for the patient. I had neglected this in my painful perusal of Kumar & Clarke.
Lauren had found some articles online about successful appendicitis treatment with hardcore IV probiotics. I love a good drip anyway, and with extremely concentrated urine, I was convinced that this was the right way to go. So I demanded it. The doctor was quite upset and didn't understand at all. In his mind it was safe, effective, cheap and quick, and I had insurance.
I assured them that 4 days in hospital was no big deal (I needed some rest again anyway) and did not give my consent to surgery. I was contemptuously delivered to a quarantined section in the surgical ward.
I was scared. Of course. Particularly for Lauren, who stood faithfully beside me and bravely held my hand and backed me all the way. I was forced to take a stand, to put some action and faith behind the words that I preach. These words are about my body's natural ability to heal.
But the appendix isn't important - we have been told. I didn't have the full download on the appendix but I knew it was part of my immune system. I'm also aware of how patients can "recover" and live "normally", without ever linking the cascade of health challenged that occur after having an organ removed. I just wasn't convinced that it was necessary.
I had a restless night and just as I found some peace and slipped into some solid as slumber, an Old Nurse stormed in, smacked me in the stomach and told me that they needed to operate. She was an Old Nurse and Finnish Matriarch and had seen it all. I was desperately hanging out for my test results. When they arrived, my CRP inflammation markers had risen from 24 to 71. Normal is 9. My heart began to beat faster, but the young nurse told me that while it was high, it was lower than expected, and they would continue to monitor me.
I got on to my friend, a champion in health sovereignty, Mason Taylor. We worked out that the appendix is a storehouse for beneficial bacteria, plays an important role in pulling out parasites and creates some hormones as well. Mostly, I wanted to know that I wasn't insane. Having Mason available and playing full out for me on Skype was so reassuring. When we take a risk and take responsibility, we put our trust in ourselves, but we don't need to be alone. Thanks brother. We discussed the role medicinal mushrooms Reishi and Chaga and the most powerful anti inflammatory food, tumeric, and Lauren smuggled some into the hospital for me.
I was on a mission to drive the inflammation down. Most of my sugar, wheat and chemical laden food ended up in the bin and the catering staff couldn't work out what to feed me. The nurses didn't seem to understand the benefits of fasting. When my tea came, I'd stuff the bag in the draw and unscrew two reishi capsules and drop them into the hot water. Eventually, the tumeric (curcuma extract 2400mg) tablets replaced the ibuprofen and paracetamol, because it was equally effective.
My friend Holly organised a Body Talk session for me on Skype with a remote healer. Tanja assured me that my appendix wanted to stay, and I explored some deep emotional links to my physical condition. I visualised my bowels being washed in healing water and I had complete peace and trust after this.
I had to step up and take a stand for myself with 4 different doctors, on the last day, 7 people marched into my room first thing in the morning to put the pressure on. My ass was swabbed every morning because I had been in hospital in India and I had to shit on a bucket. When I did, I made sure it was ripe. I was in quarantine. The nurses had to sterilise themselves. They were afraid of ME. I found this quite entertaining.I began making the most of my time in hospital, listening to Nakao Bear & Medicine for the people, taking half hour showers and sun toning / chakra singing, meditation and keeping the positivity high. I became overwhelmed with feelings of love and gratitude for life.
My inflammation came down and I was offered preventative surgery one more time before I was discharged, with a warning that it WILL come back. The nurse who brought me my papers was speechless.I don't think anyone had stepped into sovereignty in Pori hospital before.
Now it was up to me to make some changes in my life and diet. I stopped eating meat. I agreed with Lauren to take the course of antibiotics prescribed but after 3 days, my tongue was white and I was losing sleep due to a severe fungal rash. I knew that the antibiotics were directly responsible. I read an intriguing Christian book about healing and was praying to God. I got an answer. "You say you are healed, why are you taking antibiotics?" I spoke to Lauren and stopped taking them.
Since then, I have had one flare up. I noticed that it only hurt if I was stressed or afraid. So I stopped worrying, popped a couple of coffee enemas and returned to healing. I'm grateful for the snake medicine for teaching me to trust myself.
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